First Love
Apr. 10th, 2005 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1Ok, let me try this again. Since it's been two months, I'm going to post everything I've done below. Be warned, this is equal to 17 pages.
"Ok, Candace. Make it quick. I've got stats in 30 minutes."
"Were you followed?"
"Candace, take off the glasses. We're in the library."
"Were you followed?"
"No, and the more you make this look like a conspiracy, the more it will seem like one. Then word will get back to Cherie." I shake my head and sit down as Candace takes off her oversized sunglasses. Silly woman.
"You take all the fun out of my brilliant plan, Rae." She scolds, folding the glasses. I shrug. Candy's a sweet woman, but she does come off as a flake at times.
"Only when it's required. Now, what is this brilliant plan of yours?"
"I know Sher is still brooding over what happened last week. So, I've come up with a way to cheer her up."
"And this would be?" Now she has my full attention. Cherie has been more withdrawn since Jeff and his goons jumped us at the con. Thankfully, the bruises have faded. It made my blood boil every time I saw them marring her arms.
"I have the perfect theme for Halloween next week. How would you like to see Cherie as Sailor Moon?" Wait, did she say...
"Sailor Moon?" I repeat, my imagination promptly kicking into overdrive.
"Yep." Candace sits back and beams. I cock my head, working on my mental image.
"Which season?"
"First. I didn't have the materials to do Eternal." So, blue there, red there and...the picture completed itself and I had to clench my teeth. Cherie, blonde, in that tight, short fuku, her long, long legs...*snap snap* "Hey, Raphael!" I start, focusing on the fingers blocking my vision.
"What?"
"I take it you like the idea" Candace grins at me. Now I can feel the blood staining my cheeks. And elsewhere. I nod and something floats back into my brain.
"But, Cherie hates magical girls. How are you going to get her into it?"
"That's where you come in. I've already told her I'll handle the costumes for Halloween, but she keeps giving me suspicious looks. I need you to tell her you've approved of the theme and that she'll enjoy it." I squirm.
"Why do I have a feeling this is going to backfire on us?"
"Not if you do a proper Tuxedo Kamen." Candace winks. My eyebrows go up as I ponder this. It's logical, I know just where to go, and the chance to play Tuxie to Cherie... I can almost see it, sweeping her up into my arms, watching those gorgeous green eyes go all soft and misty... *snap snap*
"What?!"
"You'll do it, yes?"
"Yes."
"You're the best, Rae!" Candace skips out of her chair, gives me a friendly choke and skips out of the library. I sit at the table, still a little stunned. I look down at my hands, picturing them covered in white gloves. A glance at my watch sends me dashing out of the library, swearing under my breath. I'm late for class!!
A gentle ring of chimes announce me into the shop. I smile at the sound and take a deep breath. Fine cloth, rose water and a hint of anticipation. That's the beauty of this particular shop. The anticipation.
"May I help you?" A female clerk asks, strolling over to me. She has a gleam in her eye I recognize all too well. Sizing me up. I hate that.
"Madame Laefin, please. I have an appointment." I tell her coolly.
"Your name?"
"Raphael."
"I'll be right back." Her tone of voice makes my neck crawl. How females can make those four words sound...predatory, I'll never know. Maybe I should ask Cherie. The thought of my girlfriend brings Sailor Moon images into my head. I sigh heavily and walk over to a nearby display of jackets, stuffing my hands deep into my jeans pockets. We really need to have that milkshake talk, soon. My libido is going nuts. I look up at one of the framed portraits. It's huge, nearly poster-sized, of a just-married couple in a small chapel. The smiles on their faces say it all. Other images sneak into my mind, ones I haven't been letting myself entertain. Cherie, smiling at me from behind a sheer veil, surrounded by roses...
"Monsieur Raphael!" The French-accented voice breaks me from my fantasy. I turn from the portrait and bow to the woman beside me, kissing her hand.
"Madame. Commet es-tu?"
"Eh. Bien." She waves her hand airily. I notice she's wearing one of her favorite suits today. Probably did it because of me. "L'automne est mauvais pour des affaires. Aucuns mariages, peu de parties...Assez. Pour vous. Affaires ou plaisir?"
"Plaisir."
"Ah." Madame gets the same predatory gleam in her eyes. I grin sheepishly. "Pour votre petite ami, oui? Vous souhaitez proposer, peut-être?"
"Maman!" I glance at the clerk, watching us closely. "Pas devant votre employé!"
"Bah!" Mom waves her hand again. "Elle n'comprende pas francais. Venez, venez." She takes my wrist and tugs me to the back of the store, where she has rooms set up for fittings. "Claire! I am not to be disturbed for at least an hour. Understood?"
"Yes, Madame." The clerk bobs a slight curtsey as we disappear into one of the fitting rooms. All of them have doors. Once it's shut behind us, I yank my wrist out of Mom's hand and glare at her.
"Mother! How many times have I asked you not to embarrass me like that?"
"Many times, Raphael and I ignore you each time." Mom grins at me, her accent disappearing. I swear, she takes a near-sadistic pleasure in making me blush. Must be the French in her. Considering my heritage, I'll probably end up doing the same thing to my kids. Wait, Rae. Kids? We're avoiding the whole marriage thing right now, remember? That's better. "Will this be renting or buying?"
"Renting." Mom covers her forehead with the back of her hand.
"My only son, refusing to buy from me."
"Drop the act, Mom. You know it doesn't work on me." She drops her hand and pouts before fetching a tape measure.
"You were more fun when you were younger, Raphael." I hold out my arms as she measures me. Having a seamstress for a mother means you get used to standing like a mannequin. "Let me guess, this is for one of your costuming events."
"Cosplay, Mom. Yes."
"Why didn't you call Savannah? She loves sewing for you."
"Because I need it by Halloween."
"Halloween!!" Mom throws up her hands and marches around to face me. "You expect me to have a tuxedo ready for you by Halloween?"
"I'm renting, remember? You already have all the pieces."
"Oh, you expect a miracle!"
"I expect you to do what you do best." I fold my arms and stare her down. Dad used this trick all the time. You just have to wait her out.
"What, exactly, do you need?" She asks, copying my stance. I grin, slightly.
"A single-breasted, notched tux, with tails, plain gold buttons. White pique vest, white bow tie. Top hat. Black opera cloak with red silk lining, fastened to the coat with round gold clasps one inch in diameter. They should match the buttons exactly. White gloves, buttoned, with white buttons. The cloak must be removable."
"How long a cloak?"
"Just above the ankles." Mom sighs heavily and shakes her head.
"Only my son would be so exact for a costume."
"You can create this miracle, oui?"
"Mais oui. It will not be difficult. But I should charge you extra."
"No family discount, then?" I grin at her, wagging my eyebrows. She laughs and slaps me with the tape measure.
"Not for what you're asking. I'll be up all night making the cloak. I presume you have shoes?"
"Of course."
"I'll be right back. Sit. This will take a while." I flop down in the upholstered chair she pointed out while she leaves the room, shouting for tea. Ah, Mom. Gotta love her. Even when she's playing up her French-ness for her customers. What really makes me laugh is her wonderment at who, exactly, I inherited my acting skills from.
Four days to Halloween. Mom called me earlier to confirm the cloak was done. I go in tomorrow for another fitting. Tonight, tonight is for Zerg squishing. After dinner. I pace outside the science building, waiting for Cherie. I'm worried about her. Her spunk is diminished. I have a feeling as to why, but what to do about it? A door slams and I whip around. Students stream past me and I spot my love. I wave and she waves, cutting around people to reach me.
"Hi, beautiful." I hug her. She doesn't return it, just sighs and leans her forehead against my chest. I can feel my heart cracking. My poor cher ami. "Bad day?"
"Bad week, Rae. I'm so sick of it."
"Sick of what?" I wrap one arm around her shoulders and lead her away from the stream of humanity, moving towards my bike.
"It's nothing."
"Like hell." Her head whips around, eyes wide. I haven't cursed in front of her since the con. "You're brooding, Sher and it needs to stop."
"You can't tell me what to feel." She jerks away from me. I follow. Yes, this is what she needs.
"I know exactly what you feel. You want revenge. You want to punish Jeff for what he did, but you can't. So you're brooding about it. That's not healthy, Sher. It's eating you and I can't stand watching it anymore. Neither can Candy."
"Then don't watch. I don't need a knight, Raphael. I've already told you that."
"I'm not a knight and you know that." She turns her back on me and stomps toward my Harley. I reach out and grab her arm. Her books hit the ground with a crash as she whirls on me, fist raised. I block it with my hand and jerk my head toward a nearby stand of maple trees. "Over there." She nods. I let go long enough for her to gather her books, then take her arm again. We march over to the trees in silence. Any curious onlookers scatter at my fierce scowl. If it's a fight my love wants, it's a fight she gets. Should've known. We enter the trees and the science books slam into the dirt. I take my time shrugging out of my leather jacket, tossing it over hers. I look into her furious eyes. "Bring it."
Five minutes later, I'm starting to lose my breath. Blocking her is harder then I thought! I focus on her form, looking for signs of fatigue. The kicks have stopped. I dodge another punch, only to end up with her fist in my belly. I go down with a "whumph" of expelled air.
"Oh my gods! Rae!" Sher's kneeling beside me, rubbing my back as I cough. "I am so sorry! Breathe, Rae. Slow breaths." I manage to take a few breaths without coughing, then glance wryly at her.
"Feeling better now?" I ask. Her face crumples and she bursts into tears. I haul her into my lap, shifting my legs so I can hold her comfortably. Now it's my turn to rub her back. "That's it, love. Cry it all out." I whisper, kissing her head. She clutches my shoulders, her lips moving against my chest. I dip my head a little.
"...so scared...you...felt helpless...love you so much..." I smile and snuggle her closer.
"I love you too, ma Cherie." I whisper in her ear. She giggles, lifting her head. I hand her a tissue.
"You're the first person besides my father to call me that." She wipes her eyes and blows her nose. I gently stroke her hair.
"Lucky me." We grin at each other, then I help her stand. She pulls me up and we gather our things.
"Thank you, Rae." I tuck my arm around her waist as we walk to my Harley.
"Anytime, Sher. Anytime."
"Ok, Candace. You have recon. Cherie, you're defenses. I'll take infrastructure."
"But I'm faster at infrastructure!"
"Listen to your woman, Rae."
"Right. Cherie, you're infrastructure. Everyone ready?"
"Ready!" They're so cute when they chorus like that!
"Mission starts in five, four, three, two, one, Mark!" And so begins our weekly gaming session. I picked a huge map for this, we'll see how it goes.
"SCV good to go, sir."
"That's yours, Candy."
"Got it!" I drum my fingers on the keyboard of my laptop idly, waiting for Candy's recon to show me the best choke points for defenses. The three of us are ranged around my living room, all with laptops balanced carefully on these wicker trays my mom got me. I must say, they've become extremely useful.
"SCV good to go, sir."
"That's yours, Rae."
"Thanks, love." I take over the unit and set it to building. Team melee is much more fun then attrition in Starcraft, at least for us.
"So, has Candy told you her brilliant costume plans for Halloween?"
"Just finished."
"Choke point!"
"Thanks, Candy." I send the SCV out to her location. "Yes, she has, beautiful."
"And you're ok with it?"
"I think you're going to look stunning." Not to mention sexy as hell, I add to myself, adding marines to my queue. How am I going to keep my hands off her?
"What about you?" I glance up to see Cherie giving me a very suspicious look over her laptop. I flash my best smile at her.
"I promise to sweep you right off your feet."
"Oh really?"
"Resources! Mineral and gas!"
"Acknowledged." I see another SCV trundle off, then blink in surprise. Our main base already has two major buildings and several depots. Wow, she is fast! I check the defenses and start building towers. "Rae, get some more Marines and another SCV to claim that second site."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am, I work for a living." We all chuckle. "Sweep me off my feet, hmmm?"
"Oui."
"Uh-oh. He's using French, Sher. You know what that means."
"It means I'm probably going to regret it."
"God, I hope not." I mutter, sending a squad of marines to the secondary resources. The rest stack up in the bunkers.
"Are you at least going to give me a clue?"
"Nope! Ayieee!!! Enemy found me! Oh, my poor SCV! You will be missed! Quick, Sher! I need ghosts!"
"We're not ready for ghosts, Candy. How many..."
"Your forces are under attack."
"enemies on this map, Rae?"
"Three."
"Great. Can't you outrun them, Candy?"
"It's a horde of Zerglings!"
"Lovely." I check the main base. "Tanks, Sher?"
"Need a few more minutes of research. This is going to be a land battle, right?"
"It'll upgrade to air, I'm sure. I'll get some goliaths in the queue."
"Go for it."
A metallic "thunk" echoes from three computers. Candy throws up her hands.
"Yay! We did it!" She bounces happily in her recliner. I glance at Cherie, stretching beside me. Her movements force me to swallow hard. God, I want her!
"Wow. Almost three hours. What time is it anyway?" Cherie asks, glancing around. I check my watch.
"12:30." Three days to Halloween. My fingers twitch as I shut down the game. I cannot wait to see Cherie as Moon.
"Really?" Candy closes her laptop. "Wow. Doesn't feel that late."
"It will once we get home." Cherie says with a grin. I set aside my laptop and help her to her feet. Candy gathers the trays and stacks them on my coffee table. Cherie looks deep into my eyes. "You're sure I won't regret whatever Candy has planned."
"I will personally see to it you have the best Halloween of your life." I say solemnly, kissing her hand. She shivers, her eyes taking on a familiar glow.
"I'm going to hold you to that." She says, a bit breathless. I smile, feeling very pleased that I can affect her. I escort both women to the door, giving Candy a hug and Cherie a quick, gentle kiss. After the door shuts behind them, I prop myself against it and sigh heavily. I know I'm afraid. Last time I kissed her the way I wanted to, we were assaulted. It's silly, but my subconscious has linked deep, passionate kisses with danger. I've been handling her with kid gloves ever since. This afternoon's match showed me the futility of continuing that course.
"The best way to fight fear is to face it." My dad's voice rings in my head. As always, he's right. I need to secure a location, make sure it is safe, and then kiss Cherie. Really kiss her. From there, if I'm very lucky...my heart pounds at the thought. I am not going to get much sleep tonight.
One day to Halloween. I have my final fitting in two hours. But first, I want to see Cherie. I head down the hall to her dorm room. Suddenly, Candace bangs out of their door, slamming it behind her. I freeze in mid-step, my hackles going up. Candace spots me.
"If you value your manhood, do NOT go in there." She warns me, pointing right at my chest. I blink in surprise.
"Let me guess. You told her."
"She swore at me in Japanese!" Candy's chest heaves in rage. I force myself not to smile.
"At least she didn't catch you in the gut." Her mouth falls open.
"Sher hit you?"
"She needed to vent. We had an impromptu sparring match." I wave it aside. "Girl's got a mean left hook, let me tell you."
"Yeah, I know." Candy shakes her head. "I knew she was holding too much in, but to punch you..."
"I could have blocked it. Cherie isn't the only one trained in martial arts." I wink at Candy, who's jaw has once again swung open. "I don't suppose offering to let her come to my fitting would help?"
"NO!" Candy flies down the hall, waving her hands wildly. "Don't you DARE show her before tomorrow night! Just...talk her down, ok? I'll be back in a while. Remember, no early shows." Candy pokes me a few times in the ribs before walking away. I chuckle, shaking my head. Faint heart never won fair lady, after all. Marching over to the door, I knock.
"Cherie? May I come in?" The door opens to reveal a still-simmering Cherie. I fold my hands behind my back before I try something stupid, like kissing her.
"You said I wouldn't regret it." She growls at me. I nod once.
"Yes I did and I intend to keep that promise."
"I HATE magical girls. Especially Sailor Moon."
"As Tuxedo Kamen, you were mysterious and alluring." I lean forward, tipping my head so my lips brush against her ear. "As Sailor Moon, you will be devastating. I'm going to have my hands full fighting all the men off." I whisper, smiling wickedly. She yelps and skips back into her room, rubbing her ear fiercely. I follow her, closing the door. "So, are you going all the way or will we be seeing an auburn Moon?" She glares, then drops her head.
"I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon for extensions."
"Good. Leave your eyes alone."
"Wh...what?"
"As much as I'd love to see you in full cosplay mode, I have something very special planned tomorrow night. I would prefer it if I see your natural green glowing." She blushes. I can't resist. I gently stroke her cheek, watching her reaction. "Yes, just like that." I whisper and she whimpers. My fist clenches. Not yet! This place is not as safe as I would prefer. I pull back. "Would you like to get something to drink? I have an appointment in an hour and a half, but I want to be with you."
"A cold drink is exactly what I need right now."
Halloween. A day of magic and mystery and fun. A night when everything can happen.
I am going nuts. Certifiable. Completely and utterly bonkers. Will this class never end? I have got to get home!
"Ok, that'll do it. Everyone be safe tonight." My ethics professor calls out. I stuff my book into my pack and flee the room. Finally!
Three hours later, I'm tying my tie. As usual, Mom has pulled off a miracle. This tux fits perfectly. She refused to let it be loose, the way I prefer, but now I can see the value of fitted. I look damn good. I wink at my reflection and head for the kitchen. My roommate, Keith, takes one look and whistles.
"Now I see why you wanted me gone."
"Only for tonight, dude." I check the freezer and fridge, making sure my ingredients are still intact.
"Cherie won't know what hit her."
"Au contraire. She'll know exactly what hit her. Me." I flash a grin and close the fridge. Keith chuckles and grabs his guitar. "Punk rocker?" I look over his outfit. Ripped jeans and a vintage T-shirt.
"Garage band, actually. I might even play tonight. Who knows?" He grabs his keys and leaves with a wave. I wave back, sweep the living room to confirm clean and tidy, then head back to my room. Shrugging into my coat, I clip the opera cloak to the shoulders and put on my mask. Looking in the mirror, my jaw drops. Damn! Except for the gray eyes, I could pass as Tuxie's twin. This is going to be a very interesting evening. I snag the rest of my stuff, grab my keys and head out, locking the door behind me.
Ten minutes to 8. I told Cherie and Candy 8 precisely. Climbing off my bike, parked under a tree for concealment, I take off my helmet. A minute to brush my hair back into place, then I put my top hat and cloak on. Driving a bike with that much material flapping around would have been asking for trouble. I thread a dozen roses carefully into the elastic holders I sewed to the lining of my cloak. A quick glance at my watch told me I have five minutes. I walk over to Cherie's dorm building and hop up onto the wide railing. Leaning into the slope, I walk up until I'm parallel to the top step. Time check. One minute. I pull a rose free of my cloak and strike a pose. Three cheerleaders walk out, spot me and burst into giggles. I tip my hat and they walk off, still giggling. Silly women.
"What time did Rae say he would be here?" I hear Candy's voice. Looking up, I spot them just coming out the door. Whizzzzzzzzz. The rose lands perfectly, brushing against Cherie's toe. She skips back with a squeal. I quickly grab another rose and hold it near my chin, grinning. Look up, love. She does and I feel my heart banging to escape my rib cage. In the glow of the porch lights, she looks...stunning. Her hair is done up in the odango style, with ponytails that reach her knees. Blonde really does suit her. The fuku is snug and short, revealing incredibly long legs and curves Usagi could only dream of. My mouth goes dry as she gapes up at me. We stand there, a tableau that's garnering several comments from other students milling around. I can hardly hear them. All I can see is Cherie.
"Ow! Cherie, let go!" Candy yanks her arm away and I snap to my senses. Jumping off the railing, I land easily in front of them. With a small bow, I hand Candy the rose. She's dressed as Sailor Venus. Now that's just scary. Cherie looks from her to me and pouts. I smile slowly, then snake my arm around her waist and yank her close.
"A rose for the Senshi of Love. For my princess, only a kiss will do." I dip my head, claiming my kiss. She melts in my arms. I swallow a groan and pull away. Too public, Rae. Remember your plan. "Shall we?" Candy asks cheerfully, threading her rose into the oversized bow in her hair. I nod and offer my arms to both women. Cherie still looks a little dazed as we stroll down the steps and over to Candy's car. I release them and melt back into the shadows.
"Rae, are you...where IS he?" Cherie asks, looking around. I smile slightly and slink off to my bike. I can hear Cherie complaining all the way, interspersed with Candy's delighted laughter. I think our little Sailor Venus is enjoying this too much. I prep for riding, climb on and roar off to the party.
Parking my bike under another tree, I look around. No sign of the Senshi. Good. I tidy up and head inside. This particular party is being co-hosted by two clubs, anime and scifi. The theme is "TNSTAAFL." It takes me a few minutes to get the joke. I pay my cover and stroll into the main room. Noise rolls over me and I quickly head for a nearby window. I can see a DJ spinning in a corner, but the music is drowned out by the talking. There must be close to fifty people here and it's only 8:30! Rangers and Stormtroopers mingle happily with mech drivers and magical girls. Oddly enough, I don't see any other Sailor Moons. I do see a Mercury, Jupiter and Mars hanging out by the buffet. Would Candy have put the word out? Silly question, Rae. Of course she would. And speaking of...
They walk in, arms linked. Now the full effect of Cherie's costume hits me and I slump against the window. Oh...my...god. I sense other females sidling up to me and twitch my cloak in a dismissive gesture. Some take the hint.
"Hey, there Tuxie. Wanna dance?" I ignore the woman bidding for my attention and slip out of her grasp, working my way around the crowd. Cherie and Candy have caught up with the rest of the Inners. I plant myself near a fake tree and watch. Part of me wants to rush over there, swoop her up in my arms and carry her out of here. Ok, 99 percent of me wants that. But not yet. Let her talk to her friends. Plus, this way she can wonder about me. Heh heh heh.
“Hi, Kamen. Want to dance?”
“No.” I yank my cloak out of an Utena’s hand and stomp off. That’s the fourth woman in 20 minutes! I have had enough. Cherie is several feet away, eyeing the dessert table. I thread my way through the crowd until I’m right behind her. “Would milady care to dance?” I whisper in her ear. She shrieks and jumps, almost crashing into the buffet. I snag an arm around her waist and yank her in close, using my free hand to wrap her snugly in my cloak. She stares up at me, eyes glowing.
“Wh…what?”
“Would you like to dance?”
“Oh. Yes!” She curls her gloved hands into the lapels of my coat. I smile before glancing around. There’s not enough room here. Keeping one arm firmly around her waist, I lead her through the crowd and outside to the porch. Only then do I unwrap my cloak.
“Um, why are we out here?” She asks, looking around.
“Two reasons. One, it’s too crowded inside. Two,” I bend and slide my arm under her knees, sweeping her up against my chest. She squeals again. “I promised you this.”
“Rae, put me down. Please.” She’s clinging to my neck. I grin down at her. She looks perfect and so damned sexy!
“Not yet.” I carry her down the short flight of steps and onto the grass. We’re several feet from my bike. I release her slowly, relishing the feel of her legs sliding off my arm. “There. May I have this dance?”
“There’s no music.” She points out, watching me closely. I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a set of earbuds. I've tweaked the wires so two people can listen without knocking heads together. She steps closer. "What are you up to, Tuxie?"
"You'll see." I slide one arm smoothly around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Placing one bud firmly in my ear, I stroke her cheek with the other, slowly sliding it into her ear. Her eyes are glazing over again. Perfect. I glide my gloved finger down her neck, then reach into my pocket and thumb the player on. She smiles brightly as a classic waltz plays. Taking her hand, I whirl us around the grass, moving closer to my bike. Something impinges on my awareness, a sense of chill. I ignore it, preferring to drown in Cherie's green gaze.
"Ok, Candace. Make it quick. I've got stats in 30 minutes."
"Were you followed?"
"Candace, take off the glasses. We're in the library."
"Were you followed?"
"No, and the more you make this look like a conspiracy, the more it will seem like one. Then word will get back to Cherie." I shake my head and sit down as Candace takes off her oversized sunglasses. Silly woman.
"You take all the fun out of my brilliant plan, Rae." She scolds, folding the glasses. I shrug. Candy's a sweet woman, but she does come off as a flake at times.
"Only when it's required. Now, what is this brilliant plan of yours?"
"I know Sher is still brooding over what happened last week. So, I've come up with a way to cheer her up."
"And this would be?" Now she has my full attention. Cherie has been more withdrawn since Jeff and his goons jumped us at the con. Thankfully, the bruises have faded. It made my blood boil every time I saw them marring her arms.
"I have the perfect theme for Halloween next week. How would you like to see Cherie as Sailor Moon?" Wait, did she say...
"Sailor Moon?" I repeat, my imagination promptly kicking into overdrive.
"Yep." Candace sits back and beams. I cock my head, working on my mental image.
"Which season?"
"First. I didn't have the materials to do Eternal." So, blue there, red there and...the picture completed itself and I had to clench my teeth. Cherie, blonde, in that tight, short fuku, her long, long legs...*snap snap* "Hey, Raphael!" I start, focusing on the fingers blocking my vision.
"What?"
"I take it you like the idea" Candace grins at me. Now I can feel the blood staining my cheeks. And elsewhere. I nod and something floats back into my brain.
"But, Cherie hates magical girls. How are you going to get her into it?"
"That's where you come in. I've already told her I'll handle the costumes for Halloween, but she keeps giving me suspicious looks. I need you to tell her you've approved of the theme and that she'll enjoy it." I squirm.
"Why do I have a feeling this is going to backfire on us?"
"Not if you do a proper Tuxedo Kamen." Candace winks. My eyebrows go up as I ponder this. It's logical, I know just where to go, and the chance to play Tuxie to Cherie... I can almost see it, sweeping her up into my arms, watching those gorgeous green eyes go all soft and misty... *snap snap*
"What?!"
"You'll do it, yes?"
"Yes."
"You're the best, Rae!" Candace skips out of her chair, gives me a friendly choke and skips out of the library. I sit at the table, still a little stunned. I look down at my hands, picturing them covered in white gloves. A glance at my watch sends me dashing out of the library, swearing under my breath. I'm late for class!!
A gentle ring of chimes announce me into the shop. I smile at the sound and take a deep breath. Fine cloth, rose water and a hint of anticipation. That's the beauty of this particular shop. The anticipation.
"May I help you?" A female clerk asks, strolling over to me. She has a gleam in her eye I recognize all too well. Sizing me up. I hate that.
"Madame Laefin, please. I have an appointment." I tell her coolly.
"Your name?"
"Raphael."
"I'll be right back." Her tone of voice makes my neck crawl. How females can make those four words sound...predatory, I'll never know. Maybe I should ask Cherie. The thought of my girlfriend brings Sailor Moon images into my head. I sigh heavily and walk over to a nearby display of jackets, stuffing my hands deep into my jeans pockets. We really need to have that milkshake talk, soon. My libido is going nuts. I look up at one of the framed portraits. It's huge, nearly poster-sized, of a just-married couple in a small chapel. The smiles on their faces say it all. Other images sneak into my mind, ones I haven't been letting myself entertain. Cherie, smiling at me from behind a sheer veil, surrounded by roses...
"Monsieur Raphael!" The French-accented voice breaks me from my fantasy. I turn from the portrait and bow to the woman beside me, kissing her hand.
"Madame. Commet es-tu?"
"Eh. Bien." She waves her hand airily. I notice she's wearing one of her favorite suits today. Probably did it because of me. "L'automne est mauvais pour des affaires. Aucuns mariages, peu de parties...Assez. Pour vous. Affaires ou plaisir?"
"Plaisir."
"Ah." Madame gets the same predatory gleam in her eyes. I grin sheepishly. "Pour votre petite ami, oui? Vous souhaitez proposer, peut-être?"
"Maman!" I glance at the clerk, watching us closely. "Pas devant votre employé!"
"Bah!" Mom waves her hand again. "Elle n'comprende pas francais. Venez, venez." She takes my wrist and tugs me to the back of the store, where she has rooms set up for fittings. "Claire! I am not to be disturbed for at least an hour. Understood?"
"Yes, Madame." The clerk bobs a slight curtsey as we disappear into one of the fitting rooms. All of them have doors. Once it's shut behind us, I yank my wrist out of Mom's hand and glare at her.
"Mother! How many times have I asked you not to embarrass me like that?"
"Many times, Raphael and I ignore you each time." Mom grins at me, her accent disappearing. I swear, she takes a near-sadistic pleasure in making me blush. Must be the French in her. Considering my heritage, I'll probably end up doing the same thing to my kids. Wait, Rae. Kids? We're avoiding the whole marriage thing right now, remember? That's better. "Will this be renting or buying?"
"Renting." Mom covers her forehead with the back of her hand.
"My only son, refusing to buy from me."
"Drop the act, Mom. You know it doesn't work on me." She drops her hand and pouts before fetching a tape measure.
"You were more fun when you were younger, Raphael." I hold out my arms as she measures me. Having a seamstress for a mother means you get used to standing like a mannequin. "Let me guess, this is for one of your costuming events."
"Cosplay, Mom. Yes."
"Why didn't you call Savannah? She loves sewing for you."
"Because I need it by Halloween."
"Halloween!!" Mom throws up her hands and marches around to face me. "You expect me to have a tuxedo ready for you by Halloween?"
"I'm renting, remember? You already have all the pieces."
"Oh, you expect a miracle!"
"I expect you to do what you do best." I fold my arms and stare her down. Dad used this trick all the time. You just have to wait her out.
"What, exactly, do you need?" She asks, copying my stance. I grin, slightly.
"A single-breasted, notched tux, with tails, plain gold buttons. White pique vest, white bow tie. Top hat. Black opera cloak with red silk lining, fastened to the coat with round gold clasps one inch in diameter. They should match the buttons exactly. White gloves, buttoned, with white buttons. The cloak must be removable."
"How long a cloak?"
"Just above the ankles." Mom sighs heavily and shakes her head.
"Only my son would be so exact for a costume."
"You can create this miracle, oui?"
"Mais oui. It will not be difficult. But I should charge you extra."
"No family discount, then?" I grin at her, wagging my eyebrows. She laughs and slaps me with the tape measure.
"Not for what you're asking. I'll be up all night making the cloak. I presume you have shoes?"
"Of course."
"I'll be right back. Sit. This will take a while." I flop down in the upholstered chair she pointed out while she leaves the room, shouting for tea. Ah, Mom. Gotta love her. Even when she's playing up her French-ness for her customers. What really makes me laugh is her wonderment at who, exactly, I inherited my acting skills from.
Four days to Halloween. Mom called me earlier to confirm the cloak was done. I go in tomorrow for another fitting. Tonight, tonight is for Zerg squishing. After dinner. I pace outside the science building, waiting for Cherie. I'm worried about her. Her spunk is diminished. I have a feeling as to why, but what to do about it? A door slams and I whip around. Students stream past me and I spot my love. I wave and she waves, cutting around people to reach me.
"Hi, beautiful." I hug her. She doesn't return it, just sighs and leans her forehead against my chest. I can feel my heart cracking. My poor cher ami. "Bad day?"
"Bad week, Rae. I'm so sick of it."
"Sick of what?" I wrap one arm around her shoulders and lead her away from the stream of humanity, moving towards my bike.
"It's nothing."
"Like hell." Her head whips around, eyes wide. I haven't cursed in front of her since the con. "You're brooding, Sher and it needs to stop."
"You can't tell me what to feel." She jerks away from me. I follow. Yes, this is what she needs.
"I know exactly what you feel. You want revenge. You want to punish Jeff for what he did, but you can't. So you're brooding about it. That's not healthy, Sher. It's eating you and I can't stand watching it anymore. Neither can Candy."
"Then don't watch. I don't need a knight, Raphael. I've already told you that."
"I'm not a knight and you know that." She turns her back on me and stomps toward my Harley. I reach out and grab her arm. Her books hit the ground with a crash as she whirls on me, fist raised. I block it with my hand and jerk my head toward a nearby stand of maple trees. "Over there." She nods. I let go long enough for her to gather her books, then take her arm again. We march over to the trees in silence. Any curious onlookers scatter at my fierce scowl. If it's a fight my love wants, it's a fight she gets. Should've known. We enter the trees and the science books slam into the dirt. I take my time shrugging out of my leather jacket, tossing it over hers. I look into her furious eyes. "Bring it."
Five minutes later, I'm starting to lose my breath. Blocking her is harder then I thought! I focus on her form, looking for signs of fatigue. The kicks have stopped. I dodge another punch, only to end up with her fist in my belly. I go down with a "whumph" of expelled air.
"Oh my gods! Rae!" Sher's kneeling beside me, rubbing my back as I cough. "I am so sorry! Breathe, Rae. Slow breaths." I manage to take a few breaths without coughing, then glance wryly at her.
"Feeling better now?" I ask. Her face crumples and she bursts into tears. I haul her into my lap, shifting my legs so I can hold her comfortably. Now it's my turn to rub her back. "That's it, love. Cry it all out." I whisper, kissing her head. She clutches my shoulders, her lips moving against my chest. I dip my head a little.
"...so scared...you...felt helpless...love you so much..." I smile and snuggle her closer.
"I love you too, ma Cherie." I whisper in her ear. She giggles, lifting her head. I hand her a tissue.
"You're the first person besides my father to call me that." She wipes her eyes and blows her nose. I gently stroke her hair.
"Lucky me." We grin at each other, then I help her stand. She pulls me up and we gather our things.
"Thank you, Rae." I tuck my arm around her waist as we walk to my Harley.
"Anytime, Sher. Anytime."
"Ok, Candace. You have recon. Cherie, you're defenses. I'll take infrastructure."
"But I'm faster at infrastructure!"
"Listen to your woman, Rae."
"Right. Cherie, you're infrastructure. Everyone ready?"
"Ready!" They're so cute when they chorus like that!
"Mission starts in five, four, three, two, one, Mark!" And so begins our weekly gaming session. I picked a huge map for this, we'll see how it goes.
"SCV good to go, sir."
"That's yours, Candy."
"Got it!" I drum my fingers on the keyboard of my laptop idly, waiting for Candy's recon to show me the best choke points for defenses. The three of us are ranged around my living room, all with laptops balanced carefully on these wicker trays my mom got me. I must say, they've become extremely useful.
"SCV good to go, sir."
"That's yours, Rae."
"Thanks, love." I take over the unit and set it to building. Team melee is much more fun then attrition in Starcraft, at least for us.
"So, has Candy told you her brilliant costume plans for Halloween?"
"Just finished."
"Choke point!"
"Thanks, Candy." I send the SCV out to her location. "Yes, she has, beautiful."
"And you're ok with it?"
"I think you're going to look stunning." Not to mention sexy as hell, I add to myself, adding marines to my queue. How am I going to keep my hands off her?
"What about you?" I glance up to see Cherie giving me a very suspicious look over her laptop. I flash my best smile at her.
"I promise to sweep you right off your feet."
"Oh really?"
"Resources! Mineral and gas!"
"Acknowledged." I see another SCV trundle off, then blink in surprise. Our main base already has two major buildings and several depots. Wow, she is fast! I check the defenses and start building towers. "Rae, get some more Marines and another SCV to claim that second site."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am, I work for a living." We all chuckle. "Sweep me off my feet, hmmm?"
"Oui."
"Uh-oh. He's using French, Sher. You know what that means."
"It means I'm probably going to regret it."
"God, I hope not." I mutter, sending a squad of marines to the secondary resources. The rest stack up in the bunkers.
"Are you at least going to give me a clue?"
"Nope! Ayieee!!! Enemy found me! Oh, my poor SCV! You will be missed! Quick, Sher! I need ghosts!"
"We're not ready for ghosts, Candy. How many..."
"Your forces are under attack."
"enemies on this map, Rae?"
"Three."
"Great. Can't you outrun them, Candy?"
"It's a horde of Zerglings!"
"Lovely." I check the main base. "Tanks, Sher?"
"Need a few more minutes of research. This is going to be a land battle, right?"
"It'll upgrade to air, I'm sure. I'll get some goliaths in the queue."
"Go for it."
A metallic "thunk" echoes from three computers. Candy throws up her hands.
"Yay! We did it!" She bounces happily in her recliner. I glance at Cherie, stretching beside me. Her movements force me to swallow hard. God, I want her!
"Wow. Almost three hours. What time is it anyway?" Cherie asks, glancing around. I check my watch.
"12:30." Three days to Halloween. My fingers twitch as I shut down the game. I cannot wait to see Cherie as Moon.
"Really?" Candy closes her laptop. "Wow. Doesn't feel that late."
"It will once we get home." Cherie says with a grin. I set aside my laptop and help her to her feet. Candy gathers the trays and stacks them on my coffee table. Cherie looks deep into my eyes. "You're sure I won't regret whatever Candy has planned."
"I will personally see to it you have the best Halloween of your life." I say solemnly, kissing her hand. She shivers, her eyes taking on a familiar glow.
"I'm going to hold you to that." She says, a bit breathless. I smile, feeling very pleased that I can affect her. I escort both women to the door, giving Candy a hug and Cherie a quick, gentle kiss. After the door shuts behind them, I prop myself against it and sigh heavily. I know I'm afraid. Last time I kissed her the way I wanted to, we were assaulted. It's silly, but my subconscious has linked deep, passionate kisses with danger. I've been handling her with kid gloves ever since. This afternoon's match showed me the futility of continuing that course.
"The best way to fight fear is to face it." My dad's voice rings in my head. As always, he's right. I need to secure a location, make sure it is safe, and then kiss Cherie. Really kiss her. From there, if I'm very lucky...my heart pounds at the thought. I am not going to get much sleep tonight.
One day to Halloween. I have my final fitting in two hours. But first, I want to see Cherie. I head down the hall to her dorm room. Suddenly, Candace bangs out of their door, slamming it behind her. I freeze in mid-step, my hackles going up. Candace spots me.
"If you value your manhood, do NOT go in there." She warns me, pointing right at my chest. I blink in surprise.
"Let me guess. You told her."
"She swore at me in Japanese!" Candy's chest heaves in rage. I force myself not to smile.
"At least she didn't catch you in the gut." Her mouth falls open.
"Sher hit you?"
"She needed to vent. We had an impromptu sparring match." I wave it aside. "Girl's got a mean left hook, let me tell you."
"Yeah, I know." Candy shakes her head. "I knew she was holding too much in, but to punch you..."
"I could have blocked it. Cherie isn't the only one trained in martial arts." I wink at Candy, who's jaw has once again swung open. "I don't suppose offering to let her come to my fitting would help?"
"NO!" Candy flies down the hall, waving her hands wildly. "Don't you DARE show her before tomorrow night! Just...talk her down, ok? I'll be back in a while. Remember, no early shows." Candy pokes me a few times in the ribs before walking away. I chuckle, shaking my head. Faint heart never won fair lady, after all. Marching over to the door, I knock.
"Cherie? May I come in?" The door opens to reveal a still-simmering Cherie. I fold my hands behind my back before I try something stupid, like kissing her.
"You said I wouldn't regret it." She growls at me. I nod once.
"Yes I did and I intend to keep that promise."
"I HATE magical girls. Especially Sailor Moon."
"As Tuxedo Kamen, you were mysterious and alluring." I lean forward, tipping my head so my lips brush against her ear. "As Sailor Moon, you will be devastating. I'm going to have my hands full fighting all the men off." I whisper, smiling wickedly. She yelps and skips back into her room, rubbing her ear fiercely. I follow her, closing the door. "So, are you going all the way or will we be seeing an auburn Moon?" She glares, then drops her head.
"I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon for extensions."
"Good. Leave your eyes alone."
"Wh...what?"
"As much as I'd love to see you in full cosplay mode, I have something very special planned tomorrow night. I would prefer it if I see your natural green glowing." She blushes. I can't resist. I gently stroke her cheek, watching her reaction. "Yes, just like that." I whisper and she whimpers. My fist clenches. Not yet! This place is not as safe as I would prefer. I pull back. "Would you like to get something to drink? I have an appointment in an hour and a half, but I want to be with you."
"A cold drink is exactly what I need right now."
Halloween. A day of magic and mystery and fun. A night when everything can happen.
I am going nuts. Certifiable. Completely and utterly bonkers. Will this class never end? I have got to get home!
"Ok, that'll do it. Everyone be safe tonight." My ethics professor calls out. I stuff my book into my pack and flee the room. Finally!
Three hours later, I'm tying my tie. As usual, Mom has pulled off a miracle. This tux fits perfectly. She refused to let it be loose, the way I prefer, but now I can see the value of fitted. I look damn good. I wink at my reflection and head for the kitchen. My roommate, Keith, takes one look and whistles.
"Now I see why you wanted me gone."
"Only for tonight, dude." I check the freezer and fridge, making sure my ingredients are still intact.
"Cherie won't know what hit her."
"Au contraire. She'll know exactly what hit her. Me." I flash a grin and close the fridge. Keith chuckles and grabs his guitar. "Punk rocker?" I look over his outfit. Ripped jeans and a vintage T-shirt.
"Garage band, actually. I might even play tonight. Who knows?" He grabs his keys and leaves with a wave. I wave back, sweep the living room to confirm clean and tidy, then head back to my room. Shrugging into my coat, I clip the opera cloak to the shoulders and put on my mask. Looking in the mirror, my jaw drops. Damn! Except for the gray eyes, I could pass as Tuxie's twin. This is going to be a very interesting evening. I snag the rest of my stuff, grab my keys and head out, locking the door behind me.
Ten minutes to 8. I told Cherie and Candy 8 precisely. Climbing off my bike, parked under a tree for concealment, I take off my helmet. A minute to brush my hair back into place, then I put my top hat and cloak on. Driving a bike with that much material flapping around would have been asking for trouble. I thread a dozen roses carefully into the elastic holders I sewed to the lining of my cloak. A quick glance at my watch told me I have five minutes. I walk over to Cherie's dorm building and hop up onto the wide railing. Leaning into the slope, I walk up until I'm parallel to the top step. Time check. One minute. I pull a rose free of my cloak and strike a pose. Three cheerleaders walk out, spot me and burst into giggles. I tip my hat and they walk off, still giggling. Silly women.
"What time did Rae say he would be here?" I hear Candy's voice. Looking up, I spot them just coming out the door. Whizzzzzzzzz. The rose lands perfectly, brushing against Cherie's toe. She skips back with a squeal. I quickly grab another rose and hold it near my chin, grinning. Look up, love. She does and I feel my heart banging to escape my rib cage. In the glow of the porch lights, she looks...stunning. Her hair is done up in the odango style, with ponytails that reach her knees. Blonde really does suit her. The fuku is snug and short, revealing incredibly long legs and curves Usagi could only dream of. My mouth goes dry as she gapes up at me. We stand there, a tableau that's garnering several comments from other students milling around. I can hardly hear them. All I can see is Cherie.
"Ow! Cherie, let go!" Candy yanks her arm away and I snap to my senses. Jumping off the railing, I land easily in front of them. With a small bow, I hand Candy the rose. She's dressed as Sailor Venus. Now that's just scary. Cherie looks from her to me and pouts. I smile slowly, then snake my arm around her waist and yank her close.
"A rose for the Senshi of Love. For my princess, only a kiss will do." I dip my head, claiming my kiss. She melts in my arms. I swallow a groan and pull away. Too public, Rae. Remember your plan. "Shall we?" Candy asks cheerfully, threading her rose into the oversized bow in her hair. I nod and offer my arms to both women. Cherie still looks a little dazed as we stroll down the steps and over to Candy's car. I release them and melt back into the shadows.
"Rae, are you...where IS he?" Cherie asks, looking around. I smile slightly and slink off to my bike. I can hear Cherie complaining all the way, interspersed with Candy's delighted laughter. I think our little Sailor Venus is enjoying this too much. I prep for riding, climb on and roar off to the party.
Parking my bike under another tree, I look around. No sign of the Senshi. Good. I tidy up and head inside. This particular party is being co-hosted by two clubs, anime and scifi. The theme is "TNSTAAFL." It takes me a few minutes to get the joke. I pay my cover and stroll into the main room. Noise rolls over me and I quickly head for a nearby window. I can see a DJ spinning in a corner, but the music is drowned out by the talking. There must be close to fifty people here and it's only 8:30! Rangers and Stormtroopers mingle happily with mech drivers and magical girls. Oddly enough, I don't see any other Sailor Moons. I do see a Mercury, Jupiter and Mars hanging out by the buffet. Would Candy have put the word out? Silly question, Rae. Of course she would. And speaking of...
They walk in, arms linked. Now the full effect of Cherie's costume hits me and I slump against the window. Oh...my...god. I sense other females sidling up to me and twitch my cloak in a dismissive gesture. Some take the hint.
"Hey, there Tuxie. Wanna dance?" I ignore the woman bidding for my attention and slip out of her grasp, working my way around the crowd. Cherie and Candy have caught up with the rest of the Inners. I plant myself near a fake tree and watch. Part of me wants to rush over there, swoop her up in my arms and carry her out of here. Ok, 99 percent of me wants that. But not yet. Let her talk to her friends. Plus, this way she can wonder about me. Heh heh heh.
“Hi, Kamen. Want to dance?”
“No.” I yank my cloak out of an Utena’s hand and stomp off. That’s the fourth woman in 20 minutes! I have had enough. Cherie is several feet away, eyeing the dessert table. I thread my way through the crowd until I’m right behind her. “Would milady care to dance?” I whisper in her ear. She shrieks and jumps, almost crashing into the buffet. I snag an arm around her waist and yank her in close, using my free hand to wrap her snugly in my cloak. She stares up at me, eyes glowing.
“Wh…what?”
“Would you like to dance?”
“Oh. Yes!” She curls her gloved hands into the lapels of my coat. I smile before glancing around. There’s not enough room here. Keeping one arm firmly around her waist, I lead her through the crowd and outside to the porch. Only then do I unwrap my cloak.
“Um, why are we out here?” She asks, looking around.
“Two reasons. One, it’s too crowded inside. Two,” I bend and slide my arm under her knees, sweeping her up against my chest. She squeals again. “I promised you this.”
“Rae, put me down. Please.” She’s clinging to my neck. I grin down at her. She looks perfect and so damned sexy!
“Not yet.” I carry her down the short flight of steps and onto the grass. We’re several feet from my bike. I release her slowly, relishing the feel of her legs sliding off my arm. “There. May I have this dance?”
“There’s no music.” She points out, watching me closely. I reach into my pants pocket and pull out a set of earbuds. I've tweaked the wires so two people can listen without knocking heads together. She steps closer. "What are you up to, Tuxie?"
"You'll see." I slide one arm smoothly around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Placing one bud firmly in my ear, I stroke her cheek with the other, slowly sliding it into her ear. Her eyes are glazing over again. Perfect. I glide my gloved finger down her neck, then reach into my pocket and thumb the player on. She smiles brightly as a classic waltz plays. Taking her hand, I whirl us around the grass, moving closer to my bike. Something impinges on my awareness, a sense of chill. I ignore it, preferring to drown in Cherie's green gaze.
